The In-Sect - behaviour

Recently I found out that “The Flintstones” is still running on the same spot at the same time as it did 20 years ago. Fascinated by the fact that this rough drawn, badly animated show still is understood by the audience. And I realized that “The Simpsons” is just a modern version of “The Flintstones”. Homer and Fred could be brothers.
And Ralph Kramden (The Honeymooners), Al Bundy (Married With Children), Dan Connor (Roseanne) and Tim Taylor (Home Improvement) are part of that gene pool too. Why are fathers in comedy shows always lazy, big-mouthed, unadept, mendacious and dim-witted? What about a little variety?
I’m not saying there aren’t comedies with different scenarios – but when family life is the focus of the show the secret of success is a blundering dad. Since 50 years!

Personality tests of doubtful accuracy are around at every second corner of the Internet (pr0n being at all the other corners) – but this one at least comes with a fun activity component: you get to draw a pig. (OK, fun by my standards – go ahead, tell me I need to get a life.)

My piggy (pig-tured above) got me the following assessment:
According to the test, I am a realist, believe in tradition, am friendly, remember dates, am emotional and naive, care little for details and am a risk-taker. I am also secure, stubborn and stick to my ideals. I am a good listener and have an average sex-life.
I’d say that’s, all in all, about 50 % on target – about par for an online personality test.

Remember the good old days, when outfit and attitude (pictured above) alone where sufficient to clearly identify yourself as goth?

Alas, those days are gone – statistics prove that, nowadays, goths are confused for emos with depressing regularity. (Depressing, that is, to any member of either group who wasn’t depressed to begin with.) I see only one hope for goths to survive as a distinctive subculture: immediate re-adoption of the Gothic language.

For too long, goths relied solely on the linguistic idiosyncrasies of Bram Stoker and Anne Rice stitched together to set themselves apart in their manner of speaking – with the Gothic language, they’ll finally dispose of an idiom that is completely hermetic to outsiders.

You can start off your studies on the subject with some handy everyday phrases, before moving on to more comprehensive lessons or a more scholarly resource. (That last bit comes courtesy of the University of Texas at Austin, where, coincidentally, there’s supposed to be a couple of great goth clubs.)

You think I’m confusing something, here? Well, at least I’m not the first one.

Image above mirrored. Somehow. Find out why…

Me and my family are leaving for holidays tomorrow. We will stay in Sweden for three weeks. A friend of us moves in to keep an eye on our home, plants and fridge – I hope she will have a nice time in Bavaria. My brother will keep you informed about the bizarre aspects of the web instead of me and he will answer to your comments instead of me. His English is better than mine and his sense of humor is sharper than mine, so I think everyone in the community will be kept entertained – so say a hello to Xin! His webcomic The B-Movie Comic attracts about ten times the visitors my blog is frequented by so this maybe worth an additional click for your mouse in summer while I’m up for some Kötbullar.

Has anyone ever spent a thought what to do if our superheroes go in retirement? What will Florida look alike? Supersonic Bingo? How long will a shuffleboard be? Are there things like super-incontinence?
But let’s change the topic and these bizarre fantasies and talk about the “2007 Superman Celebration in Metropolis, Illinois.” It is the 29th time thousand of Superman fans meet there and I was really amused reading David’s article at the Superman homepage and to watch dozens of photos Brian made and showcases at Fotobucket

Many related articles here. Some of them: Superman is a Dick, Real Superheroes, The Original Batman Story, Levent Çakir is Superman. And Batman., Stardust – Superwizard.

A google search on something completely different led me to this picture on someone’s blog. I was hooked and spent some time to find the face behind this sexy rubber chicken outfit: It’s Christee Gabour Atwood, author of Three Feet Under: Journal of a Midlife Crisis, which seems to be quite funny. Quote:
“My mother just doesn’t understand me. She threatens me frequently with retroactive abortion. I threaten her with Pleasant Manor. I tell her if she’s going to leave me her twenty-seven inch color television when she kicks off, why not give it to me now while the darn thing still works right?
Actually, I wouldn’t change a hair on her lip. Although I did once spend seventy-five dollars an hour to have a therapist tell me that I had a conflict with my mother. Big surprise. I could have spent just twenty-five dollars more and had Guido who lives on the corner take care of that conflict for good. “
Oh, before I forget: She’s the famous Author who writes a novel in a store window in one month. In a chicken suit.

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